#Open(Sabriel)

[katblaze]

YOUR gabriel supernatural is always happy-go-lucky MY gabriel supernatural is constantly slightly pissed off.

I enjoy the idea that gabriels most vulnerable self isn't when he's outwardly lovey dovey, flirty, or jovial. He can be completely/mostly unvulnerable in sexual circumstances. In fact those are, when he can manage it, the only kind he gets himself into (ie. no strings attached sex with magical fabricated people vs. kali who he ditched when the emotional vulnerability got too great a risk)). Gabriel at his most vulnerable is when he lets slip how goddamn fed up and angry he is, all the time. I think that's why people enjoy him being outwardly protective/possessive over sam in sabriel fics, usually while also maintaining his charismatic facade (or at least catching up to it afterward when he can better manage how he's being perceived).

Because even if he doesn't want it to be, thats him at his most naked self, that's him at his most vulnerable, that's him with his soft underbelly out for all the world to see and to take advantage of. And he hates it. And he hates.

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[woundlingus]

Degrees of Desperation

Fandom; Supernatural

Ship; Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Word count; 11,904

Tags: canon divergence - supernatural 13x18, implied sexual abuse, canon typical violence, attempted sexual assault, nightmares, demon blood relapse, cannibalism, blood drinking, prince!sam, boy king!sam, rescue mission, psychosis, trauma from the cage, explicit sexual content, happy ending

Summary;

Set to the end of Supernatural’s 13x18, wherein Asmodeus’ attack on their home cripples Sam and Castiel, and Gabriel does not fight for them- instead surrendering.

With the Archangel gone, along with the vial of grace Dean had entrusted Sam with, Sam and Castiel are forced to sit idle and watch the rift between worlds close with no way to get Dean back.

Not unless Sam gets Gabriel first.

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[nekoshi13]

I thought I had my ship tastes figured out, you know? Since I was a teen the "two power houses that canonically want to kill each other but are more alike than they think" (Shizaya, Tojigo, etc) was my jam, I lived for that shit but then I fell head over heels for "I have canonically died for you and would do it again in a heartbeat" Destiel and like... WHAT??? How did I get here??? WHAT WAS THE PIPELINE???

[kingoftheratpeople]

people on tiktok are confused about sabriel because “they barely interact??” like girl i can tell you’ve never opened THIS app in your life.

[nevertheless-moving]

Stormlight AU 26: Adolin doesn’t kill Sadeas. Mostly just an excuse to dunk on him for trading one (1) shardblade for mythical warriors who can make their own shardblades.

"What was it you said? When Dalinar traded that sword of his for your slaves? I wasn't there, of course, but quite a few clerks took note. Something like…" Sadeas ground his teeth together, ignoring Sebarial. A bridgeman let out an indecorous whoop of excitement, swooping down low, chased by windspren and a number of delighted peasant children. "This will be remembered as…" Another man flew past, slamming into a wall, his arm visibly mangled out of shape. Several more flew to support him, and a blue white light flooded the soldier. An injury that might have been debilitating for life for any other soldier, healed in moments. "…the most ridiculous decision…" Two more soldiers, sapphire eyes at odds with their Azish and Herdassian coloring, sparred nearby. Sadeas watched hungrily as their blades adjusted in length throughout the drill. How often had shardbarers secretly muttered that impressive as the weapons were, it would be nice if sometimes they were a bit more practically sized. "…ever made by an Alethi Highprince." Sadeas rounded on Sabriel, and was pleased when the round old man stepped back in cautious alarm, even if his grin didn't fade. Sadeas's fingers twitched, longing to strangle that smug expression off his face. To his side, he could feel the loathsome stares of the 'windrunners.' His hands clenched. Ten heartbeats, that's all he needed…but they wouldn't need even that long. He snarled, then stalked away.

seriously i feel like it might be worth it just to see him suffer through knowing he actually, objectively, got the worse end of the deal. One (1) dead shardblade for a lost radiant. Several radiants actually. Hmm oh look that's over 100 of your ex slaves that are now nearly unkillable soldiers who fly and are producing a new blade a week. Loyal to dalinar. Also dalinar may or may not have a new sword but if he does than its actual GOD.

Sadeas trying to do his game of thrones political scheming and the highprinces are just like. Uhhh i understand where you are coming from but we have shifted genres my dude. Literally standing in a magical lost city right now. Above the clouds. People are flying. You want me to backstab the literal prophet. The guy whose wedding was officiated by the STORMFATHER. You were there, right? You saw the actual stormfather come out of the literal sky?

Sorry man, nothing personal but you're asking to gamble against the guy who has been conclusively proven to have if not actual god than god like powers on his side…and we're in the middle of a desolation…and alethkar is in open revolt so…you know…this is kind of it, here. Like we'll be petty about tarrifs, sure, but…sorry, it just doesn't feel like a good idea to be seen around you right now.

Has a singular genuine moment during one of Dalinar's oathbringer panic attacks where he feels bad and actually tries to help. Unfortunately rosharan mental health awareness is shit so he does this by slapping dalinar a lot. Dalinar is remarkably unhelped. Sadeas gets thrown out a window, and dalinar doesn't even have the courtesy to remember doing it. See if he tries to do something nice again.

Sadeas constantly enraged because he's so out of favor that his only real political power comes from meetings with dalinar, because dalinar needs advice, and Sadeas is the only one whose not so blinded by awespren to tell dalinar when hes being an idiot.

"Old Friend, I know my own son died pointlessly years ago, so far be it from me to give parenting advice, but if I suddenly remembered that I accidentally killed my wife — which was somewhat hilarious by the way, so glad we can talk about that now — NO THROAT GRABBING NOT A RADIANT REMEMBER — anyway if I had living sons and was going to (ugh) publish a book that involved them intimately, I might consider hearing their opinion on what they find acceptable to include. Oh, no definitely leave in the part about how little you felt at Renarin's birth. The children will love that. Don't worry my dear man, I'm sure Adolin will make a fine king of Urithiru after he guts you like a Skyeel"

Anyway Sadeas getting the classic season one villain to reluctant defeated season three feral ally treatment.

Inevitably Schemes with Odium at some point and when Dalinar is mad about betrayal, Sadeas hits him with the ol' 'WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED BY THIS. I TOLD YOU REPEATEDLY NOT TO TRUST ME, DALINAR. THIS IS WHO I AM, THIS IS WHO I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN, AND THIS IS WHO I WILL ALWAYS BE. "

"MEN LIKE US NEVER TRULY CHANGE"

(there's maybe some tears when he says this. But probably not. That glistening in his eyes was likely just the Thrill)

Other Stormlight AUS

[hedwigoprah]

WIP WEDNESDAY (BECAUSE TUMBLR ATE MY FIRST DRAFT)

Thank you for the tags @thequeenofthewinter and @seaglassmelody, it’s nice trying to get back into this. *cracks knuckles* okay let’s do this. Again.

Today is a twofer because I’m trying to make up for lost time and just write whatever I feel like.

The first is a fic where Veryl and Sabriel (Sea’s Rook) are going on an adventure. So welcome to the weird and wonderful world that is the Grand Necropolis. Anything can happen here and I do mean anything.

Myrna had found her in her rooms early, early in the morning, hand delivering the note herself and throwing it into Veryl's fireplace thereafter. She had said that a particular mage kept certain hours in the Memorial Gardens and in the Infirmary. The latter meant they were more likely to encounter prying eyes and listening ears; the importance of discretion had been stressed when Veryl received the task. Apparently, the Council wasn't keen on the rest of the Necropolis knowing about the Carnivorous plant that had taken over an entire wing of the sprawling estate.

When Veryl had gone to assess what she was up against it had been a quick open and shut of the door. Indeed, beyond the large ornate doors of one of the many art exhibit halls, was a ghastly looking plant. It stood at least two stories tall and sported a large gaping maw that opened and shut, dripping with saliva as it roared into the normally cavernous space.

When a large vine had started sneaking its way around the room, searching for prey, she was sure, Veryl had closed the door. Having gathered more than enough information to determine she was in over her head, she then proceeded to bar the door with every piece of heavy furniture in the annex. By the time she was done, chairs were stood on large chests, and statues leaned precariously against them. She now had a firm grasp on why this part of the museum had been closed for refurbishment.

She had run all kinds of scenarios, trying and failing to see a plan take shape. Her entire walk to the Memorial Gardens, which had moved two lifts and an entire six chambers recently, her brain kept turning over the idea of being eaten alive. After everything she had survived thus far, she didn't want 'eaten by a giant plant' as her lasting legacy. And a story like that would outlast her, that she was sure of. Veryl shuddered just thinking about it.

This second fic is just another kiss fic because I want to make V and Emm kiss all the time. But I can’t do that without ample exposition and set up, so here we are.

“Emmrich?" Harding's voice held lines of aprehension as her voice carried up to him, the door opening and closing behind her.

He came to the edge of the landing, several books in hand, peering over his glasses as he tried to catch her roaming gaze, "Up here, Harding. What can I do for you?"

The dwarf exclaimed quietly and made quick work of the steps between them, "Alright, first off, she said to tell you she's okay." The words followed the rhythm of Harding's bounding up the stairs.

Emmrich, immediately alarmed by the words, deposited his books and his glasses atop them, on a shelf, not bothering to put anything away properly. "What's happened?" Even the first assurance of Rook's health— and he had no doubt it was Rook that Harding referred to — didn't alleviate the stress that started cinching at his lungs.

He was already pushing past her to the stairs she had just reached the top of. Where had they said they were going when the last letter came in? Was it Hossburg and then Arlathan? or was it Treviso and then to the Grand Necropolis?

"She's fine!" Harding repeated. "She's absolutely not hurt in anyway. Really, I'm not even concerned about her but she knew you would worry when she didn't show up so she told me to start with-"

"Harding, the point, please." He was already down the stairs and gathering his things. His field gear hung on a coat stand near the door and by the time Harding made it back down the stairs he was cinching his tool belt and reaching for his robes.

"Right, they're trapped in a room." Harding stated matter of factly. She very helpfully handed him extra tinctures and vials while he tried to refill any missing supplies. "In the Grand Necropolis."

"Who is they?" Emmrich had been holed up in his lab the last several days, more or less unaware of who had come and gone. He was only aware that Veryl was due back soon as per her latest missive. She was right, he would have been concered.

"Lucanis and Taash were with her. They were tracking some agent in Treviso, and then following up on a demon in the Necropolis. Something about trying to take something with three heads? Oh, I can't remember."

"Three-heads?" Emmrich tried to understand what Harding was trying to say. The words were moving faster as she continued, the sentences barely structured enough to allow for breathing.

What unexpected horrors had then encountered this time? Emmrich was sure that Veryl either had immense bad luck or some inexplicable tie to the Necrocropolis that made her a walking target; he hadn't decide which was more likely… yet.

I’m gently tagging because I don’t know who alls done what @strugglinggranola @caughtnyact @serensama @notyourmamasdeerbat @tkwritesdumbassassins @redheadsramblings please point me in the right direction if I missed your post, cause I probably did 😅

Trivia for your time: Rats can laugh. Just in case you needed another reason to be wary of rats that aren’t pets. They’ll laugh at you.

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[superunnaturalsammy]

Man I gotta say a controversial take..

If you hate Wincest shut up about it ok.

Hear me out, I am not personally a Wincest shipper, it's really not my cup of tea. However, I'm also not a fuckin thought cop and I feel like posting over and over about how much you hate something other people like is stupid.

They aren't real people, I will repeat, SAM AND DEAN ARE NOT REAL. So the whole 'it's immoral' argument is a bit silly, people aren't saying that this is fine in real life, as far as I know Wincest shippers know it's wrong (maybe part of the appeal IDK). These shippers aren't advocating for real life incest they just like the idea of *fictional* characters together stop policing other people's minds.

Another thing, if you hate it so much why are you thinking about it constantly like if you posted about it less you'd probably get less posts recommended about it. It's amazing the way you can curate your internet experience. Simply block people who post content you don't like and block tags of things you don't like. It's so irritating to me, because I will see one overt Wincest post a day but I will see a dozen anti posts every time I open the app. Most of the time I see people bring it up they are antis. I just hate seeing people posting that they wish they could purge people who like a ship from the fandom. Who's next as well, we start with Wincest and then what, Destiel? Sastiel? Sabriel? like again y'all sound like cops.

And lastly, if you don't like Wincest you may need to just find a different fandom. Wincest is baked into the fandom, it's a ship that has existed since the beginning (it may be the oldest big ship in the fandom). There are references to it in the show, it's something that Eric Kripke and Sera Gamble wrote into the show, you can't remove it because it is part of the show. You don't have to like it or ship it or interact with it but you can't get rid of it so either suck it up or leave...

Thank you for coming to my TED talk LMAO.

TLDR: Stop complaining constantly about ships you don't like.

[cheerfulripley]

SHE'S FINALLY DONE!! 🥳

My multiship coffee shop AU Demolition Coffee has officially wrapped! What started as a 5k one-shot 3 years ago, has grown to 20 chapters and 74k words.

It's told mostly from the POV of Adam, who runs a coffee shop. The fic is rated M for language and fade-to-blacks. But it's a slow burn with romance, meta humor, secret identities, light angst with a happy ending. Featuring Midam, Sabriel, Crobby, Werepire, and married Destiel being everyone's adorable problem. Sam and Gabe are ace, Cas is Autistic, Dean is ADHD, and Sam, Dean, and Adam all have powers?

"Adam Milligan is new to town and opened a fairly successful coffee shop. He’s dealing with the normal quirky townsfolk--like sweet Castiel and his adorkable husband Dean--when his routine is thrown off the rails by a late grumpy baker, a new town librarian, and the reveal that Michael, who's always typing away in the corner booth, is not who he seems..."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38702724/chapters/96767442

[thecraftybaroness]

I've been tagged by the lovely @seaglassmelody to play Words with Friends! I don't think I have done one of these before but I'm excited to give it a go!

The chosen word for this prompt was "Egregious". I also desperately needed to try my hand at writing a scene with my own Sabriel, Emmrich, and Hezenkoss. 🤣💀

The fire crackles softly in Emmrich’s study, casting golden shadows against rows of books and tomes. Sabriel Mercar sits sideways on a couch, legs draped over Emmrich's lap comfortably. She holds a cup of tea loosely as she has half forgotten about it.

Emmrich is reading aloud from a mystery novel—dramatic voice and all, though Sabriel keeps interrupting with guesses about the killer. He accuses her of sneaking a peek at the ending. She denies it. He threatens to withhold the next chapter. She kisses the corner of his mouth until he forgets what he was saying.

It's late. They're cozy, and for once, nothing needs fixing.

“Sabriel,” he says between pages, brushing a curl of hair away from her face, “you are, without question, the most unrepentant plot-spoiler I’ve ever met.”

She smiles into her teacup. “You love it.”

“I love you,” he murmurs with a smile.

She goes very still at that. Just for a second. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to his lips tenderly, “I know.”

It should be a perfect moment.

It would be.

If not for the dry, spectral voice that cuts across the room like a knife through velvet:

“Oh, egregious. Absolutely egregious.”

Sabriel startles, eyes darting toward the far corner of the room. Emmrich groans.

There, resting in quiet judgment atop the small enchanted table, is the skull of Johanna Hezenkoss—glowing faintly with residual magic and irritation. Sabriel had completely forgotten she was there.

“I don't even have corporeal nerve endings,” she continues, “and yet I can feel the saccharine humidity of your little teatime tryst soaking into my phylactery. Honestly, Volkarin. Must you be so... besotted?”

“Good evening, Johanna,” Emmrich says with long-suffering patience.

Sabriel gives the skull a little wave, “Hello, Johanna.”

“You’ve gotten smug,” the skull says. “Since acquiring a paramour. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You used to quote scholarly texts during thunderstorms. Now you giggle.”

“I do not giggle,” Emmrich says in protest.

“You do,” Sabriel says, sipping her tea.

“And you,” Johanna continues, addressing Sabriel now with a distinct note of grim amusement. “A blade-for-hire with the gall to curl up in a necromancer’s reading chair like a cat in the sun. If I had eyes, I’d roll them until the sockets cracked.”

Sabriel blinks, unbothered. “Sounds like you miss being alive.”

“Being alive never required witnessing this level of romantic folly,” Johanna snaps. “I thought at least one of you would have the dignity to maintain a professional demeanor. But no—murmured endearments, shared beverages, scandalous touching—”

“I think she means your hand on my thigh,” Sabriel stage-whispers.

“It’s my study,” Emmrich starts to protest again.

“Indeed. A chamber of study. Not... fondling.”

“That’s it, I've had enough.” Emmrich says, setting aside his tea and rising with a theatrical sigh. He crosses the room, opens a drawer, and pulls out a folded cloth.

Sabriel watches, biting back a grin. “You keep a skull-covering cloth? Like people do for pet birds when they want them to sleep?”

“I had to start,” he says wearily. “She's been critiquing my handwriting insufferably.”

He steps to the table and drapes the cloth gently over Johanna’s skull. There's a muffled, offended huff without breath.

“This is censorship,” she declares from beneath the linen. “And cowardice!”

“It’s boundaries,” Emmrich replies, returning to Sabriel and sitting back down beside her. “And peace.”

Sabriel leans into him again. He slips an arm around her waist, his other hand reclaiming his tea. The fire crackles. The comfortable silence returns.

For about three heartbeats.

Then, muffled beneath the cloth—“Egregious.”

[orchidshark]

I have an idea to write a supernatural fic (i know its 2025 fricken sue me) inspired by Epic. Some wild found family shit with def some Sabriel and Destiel thrown in there. Ofc just barely cannon compliant to make the story line and ships work.

Basic outline, Sam and Dean end up having to take in a girl (around 11) when her family dies and shes left with instructions to call John of all people. Oops tho they didnt get the message that his dead and she gets Sam and Dean instead. Already been raised by hunters and thus knowing WAY too much about the supernatural (great parenting choices made all around IM LOOKIN AT YOU JOHN), the boys take her in. We get some found family with Sam and Dean basically trying to do things better than their dad. "No, you cant come with us. NOT because you arent capable, youre plenty that, but youre a kid. So for once, be a kid." and stuff like that. I see Sam becoming more of a parental figure to her because of how he views his childhood compared to Dean. With Dean still in his "our childhood was pretty great, dad did his best" mentality, I see him slowly come to realize that giving a kid a GUN when they are scared of their closet was not a great choice.

Cas is there of course and Gabe comes back not long after faking his death in season 5 (I NEED MY SHIPS). The boys are able to get Sam back from Hell with the help of our fave archangel turned trickster.

The angels and demons are PISSED about their plans and figure that they need to separate this little found family. Dean and Cas are left alone at Bobby's to try and figure this all out and Gabriel is captured and taken to Asmodeus (I need his headquarters to be somewhere on earth with a connection to hell. this will make sense later). The angels take the kid and place her in a random ass town middle of no where and in the foster system, with only an Angel (im thinkin Anna cause canon does not exist here) keeping guard to make sure she cant leave and cant contact anyone.

Sam, cause hes sam and cant catch a break, goes on what he thinks is a normal salt-and-burn on his own but ends up being stopped by some supernatural being whenever he tries to go home. HE IS OUR ODYSSEUS. Lucifer is Posideon in this case, and wants him to feed into the "monster" within him so he'll say yes again and finally take over. Sam is constantly beat down, losing every person he comes into contact with on his journey, and becoming the "monster" or hunter in this case, that John was always trying to get him to be. He just wants to get home to his family.

The girl, on the other hand, is stuck with no way home and just wants to be with her family again. She wants to be just like Sam and Dean and decides so start doing research and helping out in this middle of no where town when crazy supernatural stuff does happen. She was raised by hunters and then our favorite boys after all so she has a good idea of what to do but cant actually ask anyone for help. SHE IS OUR TELEMACHUS.

They are all separated from each other for about 3 years.

She eventually finds that Anna has a bit of a soft spot left from when she used to be human and creates the opening to Asmodeus's for the kid to find. She stubbles in there and finds who? her basically step-dad, Gabriel! She steals him away and finds some of his grace to take back with her. He starts to get better but then the kid is taken. Gabriel is strong enough now to send a message to Cas. Anna thinks they all have been punished for too long.

Sam finally beats the shit outta lucifer and makes his way to bobby's just as Cas finds out that Gabriel and the kid are alive and in the same place. Our trio runs to this backwater town and heads down to Asmodeus's. The suitors are the Demons there and Sam is in a fuckin RAGE. They not only kidnapped and tortured his boyfriend for the last three years (much longer for Gabriel) but now they have his kid. Two of the people hes been fighting so hard to get back to. Sam (with help from Dean and Cas) fight off the demons and find the kid. On the way out they find Asmodeus and hes PISSED. At the last moment, Gabriel comes in full archangel and smites the bastard.

And of course we end on reunions all around (think "I cant help but wonder") and a supernatural rendition of "would you fall in love with me again" between Sam and Gabriel (cause HE IS OUR PENELOPE). Sam feels like hes changed, hes not the same person he was when he left. Hes done horrible things, killed so many creatures, allowed so many to die, just so he can go home. He wants to be with his family but knows that he might never be able to be Sam again. Gabriel has been under Asmodeus' watch for years, his grace diminished, waiting for someone to come and find him. He hoped it would be his family, his Sam. And now that he's got Sam back? Hes never letting go again. He'll fall in love with Sam over and over again because he may have changed but his soul didnt. And damn if Gabriel hadnt been waiting.

So thats my idea..........sorry this is long but anyone like?

[seaglassmelody]

For Sabriel and Lucanis: first time Lucanis couldn't cook for whatever reason, and Sabriel stepped up in his stead. 💛

Thank you so much for the prompt!! Sorry this took me so long to get to n_n;; I kept changing my mind about how to approach it but I think I finally landed on something I like haha

Under the cut because this got a lot longer than I expected!

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"I thought I told you that you needed to rest."

Sabriel stood in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at Lucanis at the counter. He looked up from the cutting board, a flicker of guilt traveling across his face before he schooled his expression.

"It's my turn to cook." He replied neutrally.

Sabriel pinched the bridge of their nose, sighing in frustration. "You need to stop putting weight on your leg. Your ankle is going to take forever to heal if you keep pushing beyond your limits."

Given how badly the encounter with the Antaam Reaver had gone the day before, they were lucky his only injury was a twisted ankle. Taash's arm was in a sling that Emmrich had fashioned once the trio had lugged their tired bodies back through the eluvian. The dragon hunter tried to argue against the strict order not to use the arm for at least a week, but while they would push back hard against Emmrich, Sabriel's gentle admonishment was harder to ignore.

She wished in this moment that Lucanis was as easy to reason with. He wasn't looking at her, focusing on chopping asparagus for whatever his dinner plans were.

"I'll be fine to cook. I can rest after dinner."

Sabriel set her jaw. She was usually more flexible about her orders and respecting people's boundaries, but she did not enjoy her medical advice being ignored. It was one of the skills she was most proud of.

In a few quick strides, she covered the space between the door and the kitchen, getting into his personal space. "Lucanis. Put the knife down and go raise your leg on the couch."

"Rook-"

"Now Lucanis."

He looked up, a challenging look in his eyes, but his expression changed when he met their gaze. He seemed almost perplexed.

"Rook is. Angry."

Sabriel flinched as she heard Spite's voice very close by. She tried to relax her face, smoothing her expression into something calmer.

"I'm fine, Spite. I'm just…"

With a soft sigh, Lucanis rested the knife on the counter top. "I'll ask Bellara to take over tonight."

"No no, don't bother her!" Sabriel said quickly, waving her hands. "She was really deep in working on the archive when I went to talk to her earlier. I can follow a recipe. Let me do it."

He studied her face another moment, his brow furrowed. "If I sit at the table, will you let me tell you how to make it?"

She couldn't help but breathe out a wry laugh. "If you're that insistent of being in control of the meal, I promise to listen to your instructions. But only if you elevate your leg on another chair!" She put her hands on her hips, trying for stern and commanding.

The flicker of a smile on his face told her she didn't quite succeed.

He shuffled past her, clearly trying to hide his limp and failing. "We have a deal then."

Sabriel took a breath, then went to rinse their hands as he got himself settled. By the time they set themself back up in the kitchen, they had gotten their feelings under control. "All right chef, what's for dinner?"

He rolled his eyes with exasperated affection. "Pasta primavera. The asparagus should be ready, but the zucchini needs to be diced. Properly." He paused for emphasis, "And the broccoli needs to be trimmed."

Sabriel blinked. "What about the pasta?"

He shook his head. "Vegetables need to be prepared first. Then we will worry about the pasta."

They opened their mouth to argue, then thought better of it. "Right."

"You want to do it differently."

"I agreed to follow directions." They replied archly, turning to the cutting board and grabbing the zucchini. "But I better not hear any commentary about my knife skills. We all know I'm not as good as you."

"Don't sell yourself short. Your cuts are always thin and even." His voice was soft and sincere.

Sabriel felt her face color and stared hard at the vegetable in front of her. "As long as I'm not peeling, right?" She tried to joke, trying to back away from the sudden swooping sensation in her stomach.

His answering laugh did not help. "Yes, thankfully there are no potatoes to mangle in this recipe."

"Those are not. Potatoes?"

"No Spite, these are tomatoes." Sabriel latched onto the opportunity to change the topic. She picked up one of the little fruits off the counter. "They're red, see?"

"The potatoes. Were red."

"Well, I guess they do come in a few different colors. Have you ever seen purple potatoes?"

And so began a long lecture about the variety of vegetables that existed in Thedas, her audience of two enraptured by her explanations of produce cultivation and farming techniques - none of which she had personal experience with, but a lifetime of reading had taught her so many things.

It was only with reluctance that Lucanis would interrupt to give more cooking instructions. He was frequently interrupted in turn by Spite asking a question, until it came time for the noodles. There would be no risks taken with cooking pasta.

[meiplays]

“Sweet Tooth”

Pairing: Gabriel x Sam x Reader (Sabriel x Reader, canon Sabriel)

Rating: SFW but spicy, slowburn indulgent tension

Word Count: ~2.8k

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It started with a box of truffles.

Not just any truffles—Gabriel’s truffles. Imported, enchanted, probably illegal in six dimensions kind of indulgent. They were nestled in gold foil, glistening like they knew they were dangerous.

You sat cross-legged on the bed in one of Sam’s old flannels and Gabriel’s smirk, feeling their attention like sunlight on bare skin. You should’ve been used to it by now—being adored like this. But you never quite adjusted to the way they looked at you when they weren’t hunting monsters.

Like you were the divine thing in the room.

Gabriel plucked a truffle from the box and held it up, eyes glinting. “Raspberry swirl. Try it for me, sweetheart.”

You leaned forward, lips parting slightly. His gaze dropped, fixating as he slid the chocolate between your lips—fingers brushing just a second too long, deliberate.

It melted on your tongue, all velvet and tart sweetness, but you barely tasted it.

“You’re evil,” you muttered, cheeks flushed.

Gabriel leaned in, golden eyes flickering. “You say that like it’s new.”

Behind you, Sam chuckled. His large hands found your waist as he scooted closer on the bed, pulling you gently into his chest. “She’s just overwhelmed. You get all showy with sweets.”

“I get showy with her,” Gabriel corrected, curling an arm around your shoulders like he owned you. “Sweets just help.”

Sam’s breath warmed your neck. “You don’t need help.”

You turned your head just in time for Sam to kiss your cheek, his lips dragging a little too slow to be innocent. Gabriel wasn’t far behind—he took your other cheek, a warm press that lingered, his nose brushing yours.

“Alright,” you breathed. “This is unfair.”

“Two boyfriends?” Gabriel said innocently. “Tragic.”

You let out a soft sound as Sam’s fingers dipped under the hem of your flannel, just resting there, warm against your bare waist.

“No one’s even asked if I want more truffles.”

“You don’t want chocolate,” Sam murmured. “You want to be devoured.”

Your heart thumped. Loud. Betraying.

Gabriel’s lips curled into something dangerous. “Well, when you put it like that…”

His mouth found your neck—soft at first, then open, lingering. Kissing like he had all night to worship you. Sam tilted your chin toward him and kissed you slow, grounding, like a promise. You melted between them, their bodies pressing in just enough to make your skin burn, not enough to give you what you wanted.

“You’re both being cruel,” you whispered.

Sam smiled against your lips. “Tell us to stop.”

“Tell us to keep going,” Gabriel added, voice rough.

You didn’t say anything.

Not with words.

Instead, you leaned back into Sam’s arms, one hand reaching for Gabriel’s shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric. His breath caught in his throat as he leaned forward again, kissing you like he hadn’t had a taste in centuries.

The truffle box was forgotten somewhere on the bed. So was time.

Their hands moved in tandem—Gabriel’s tracing your jaw, Sam’s smoothing circles into your hips. Kisses layered: one at your mouth, one at your throat, then switching. Possessive. Worshipful. Hungry, but patient.

When you gasped, breath hitching, they both paused—watching.

“You okay?” Sam asked gently, brushing hair from your face.

You nodded, dizzy. “Just… overwhelmed.”

Gabriel smiled, softer this time. “We can slow down. Or stop.”

You looked between them, heart full to the brim, heat coiled low in your belly like fire waiting to burn. “Don’t stop.”

They didn’t.

They didn’t rush either. They just had you—completely. In soft moans and warm mouths and chocolate on your lips they kept kissing off. You felt wrapped in velvet and silk and sunfire.

Eventually, you were tangled under the covers, boneless and blissful, both boys still pressed close—Gabriel curled at your side, Sam behind you, keeping you caged in safety and heat.

“Can’t believe you wasted a raspberry truffle,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

“I didn’t waste it,” Gabriel whispered, brushing his fingers along your arm. “I fed it to a goddess.”

Sam pressed one last kiss to the top of your head.

You fell asleep like that, loved from every angle, tasting sweet.

A few hours later…

You were half-awake, snuggled between them, when the truffle box reappeared in Gabriel’s hand with a casual snap.

“Back where we left off,” he said, unwrapping a dark chocolate shell.

“I thought we left off at the part where I was being adored,” you mumbled.

“Oh, you still are,” he murmured, pressing the truffle to your lips. “But this time, I’m sharing the stage.”

You bit into it gently, letting the caramel spill across your tongue—and just as it did, Gabriel’s mouth was on yours again.

Hot. Deep. Decadent.

He kissed you like the truffle wasn’t nearly sweet enough without you.

When he pulled back, you were breathless.

He turned to Sam with a glint in his eye. “Wanna taste, moose?”

Sam blinked, caught off guard. “Gabe—”

Gabriel grinned like the devil he was. “Come on. Don’t be shy. She’s delicious.”

You didn’t even have time to tease Sam before Gabriel reached out, fingers threading gently through Sam’s hair, tugging him forward.

And Sam caved.

He kissed you—soft at first, then deeper, tasting everything Gabriel had left behind. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling how much he needed that kiss. His big hand cupped your jaw, grounding you both.

When he pulled away, his lips were red and his ears flushed pink.

Gabriel looked pleased. “See? Told you.”

Sam groaned. “You’re evil.”

Gabriel pressed a warm kiss to Sam’s jaw. “And you’re blushing again.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around both of them. “I could get used to this.”

“You already have,” Gabriel said smugly, tossing another truffle into the air and catching it in his mouth. “Face it—we’re your favorite dessert.”

Sam rolled his eyes, still flustered but smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said, flopping onto his back and tugging both of you with him, “but I’m your ridiculous.”

And as you lay tangled between warmth and wings and smiles, your lips still tingling from chocolate and kisses, you decided that maybe love was a little bit like truffles:

Rich. Messy. Addictive.

And worth savoring forever.

[beingmissbatty]

The MissBatty Masterlist

Series: Unwound Fantasies (Open Up Your Mind - Extended Universe) College Theater/Coffee Shop AU | Modern Day/No Upside Down *Primary Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham *Background/Minor Relationship(s): Polyamorous Eleven/Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair | Polycule Argyle/Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler/Barb Holland | Will Byers / Gareth ♥♥♥ *Open Up Your Mind (Let Your Fantasies Unwind) *Rated E | 124k Words - Completed | Alternating POV *Focus: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham *Heavy Metal Drummer *Rated M | 27k Words - Completed | Will Byers POV *Focus: Will Byers / Gareth *Proposal of a Songbird *Rated G | 2k Words - Completed | Robin Buckley POV *Focus: Robin Buckley / Chrissy Cunningham

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About The Author: Pronouns: They/She (Really, Anything Except He/Him Is Fine) Hey all, if you're reading this, I'm willing to bet we've already chatted quite a bit in my comments (or if not, hi hello new person!) and I'm including this to more so foster a better sense of community with my happy little colony/cloud ♥ I've been writing fanfiction since I was 11/12 years old (2001 was so long ago and now I feel ancient) and started off with some pretty wonky YuGiOh, Inuyasha, Ronin Warriors, and Yu Yu Hakusho fics that I am very happy were removed from the internet a long time ago, and then I dipped my toe into Merthur (still on my profile but not linked) and Destiel/Sabriel (almost all fully removed from my profile, but can be found on the Orphaned works list). After all that, I completely stepped back/away from Fanfiction and writing all together until I stumbled upon a single Steddie Tiktok that had me hooked before I had even watched the show (I tried in 2016 but I was irritated by how they handled D&D in the first episode (which has been retcon'd) and refused to watch after), and like probably everyone else who got into it, stumbled onto Greatwise through Lee (@my_ownhell)'s Tiktok's and art - seriously, I'd completely finished writing OUYM and HMD before I watched the show, and then I binged it after years of pressure from not only my friends, but my literal therapist and my esthetician.

I prefer to write longform/dialogue heavy works now a days, and I have a backlog of ideas that I'm sure will keep me writing Steddie long after it's faded further into the background of peoples minds.

Outside of Fanfic, I live with my two dogs in rural Michigan, am obsessed (if it wasn't obvious) with bats of all shapes and sizes, and as much of my freetime as available, I'm sitting with my tattoo artists, decorating myself.

Anyway - all my platonic love to you. Be safe, take your meds, and drink some water.

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